Last night we returned from our five day trip to the mountain. A morning adventure took us to a place previously undiscovered (by us) in the forest where saws have never sung their noisy songs. A rare oasis of uncut trees, carpeted in ferns, wildflowers and a little stream...a little piece of heaven.
From top to bottom: aquilegia, rose, lupine, Takeeter, tubran lillies, manzanita, turban lily, staghorn lichen, Takeeter and Oliver, azalea, not sure.
While we were away I had a chance to read this book - a sequel to A Dog's Purpose.
Yesterday, Annie's Annuals in Richmond hosted their annual spring party. A lively celebration filled with food, music and thousands - maybe millions - of seedlings for sale in 4" pots.
We were greeted by this garden goddess
and this friendly fellow.
Towing our wagons, it took no time at all to fill them. Mine had lots of fun treasures for the cutting garden - hopefully to be seen soon in a bouquet near you. Darwin and Alex's had lots of vegies - looking pretty in patchwork.
Couldn't resist this tomato named for Michael Pollan.
I also had fun creating a garden with my camera...
Maybe it was the warm sunny day, but I was particularly drawn to the hot colors. It reminded me of the cottage garden at Sissinghurst. I think that was the first time I ever saw these colors concentrated in one garden room.
Then as we were driving home, we waiting at the train tracks as a color-of-the-day little engine crossed in front of us...